Nabiac and this bakery are the halfway point in an annual family excursion in which we collectively haul ass like a young Mad max through the Aussie badlands. We roll into town equal parts excited and 'hangry' from travelling. I've always felt we we're like the four weary travelers in the movie Ice Cold in Alex when the get into the bar at the end, we're parched, we're disheveled and we're starving.
What prompted me to write this review is, I had family visiting from over seas, who in two weeks have tasted much of what Australia has to offer and could lend fresh views. Having an outside perspective and taste buds of theirs has shifted my thoughts on this place being just a food stop to, in fact, being pretty damn good.
Now if you'll indulge me here for a moment. In the pie eating industry, anyone who knows what they are talking about will know that if you don't have your pie heated in a shop there is a temperature you expect your pie to be at. That sweet spot between hot and tepid enough so you can eat it whole, like a snake. In technical terms it's known "Dinkum's Ratio" Where the point of heat is equal to that of the point of stuffage.
The Cheese and Bacon, the Steak and one other meat one all hit this sweet spot proving it was no fluke. 'Dinkum's Ratio" has been applied, flawlessly. The interesting test coming when my brother forgot to get ketchup and ate his without. It held up well, the gravy did it's job and kept that bad boy juicy and all three had a nice crispy pastry.
The deserts all went down well. The buns went down a treat and the apple pie was loaded with apple. the winner of the whole visit though, agreed by all was the lamington. The thing was the size of your fist, softer than a cloud. Family members who don't even like coconut were reduced to licking the last remaining flakes of coconut and sweet chocolate off their fingers to taste it's glory if even for a split second. The lunch took a seismic shift from "these pies are pretty good" to "lets find a tattoo parlor and get that lamington tattooed on our chests".
Don't let the basic appearance of this place put you off. For a simple pie/bakery joint this place is bringing the heat with their products. If you're driving by and debating whether or not to make this town your stop, I would.
Just like the end of Ice cold in Alex I run my finger down the bead of water running down my ice cold chocolate milk before I skull it only to say that immortal line "worth waiting for' and all things combined, it is.
Still not convinced? The public toilet just a short distance away plays the soothing sounds of Burt Bacharach. read more